Jurassic Alliance vs. Human Forces!
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Isla Nublar
On the sparkling blue sea, Monarch's Burke-class destroyer sliced through the waves, slowly approaching and docking at the southern port.
"THWAP-THWAP-THWAP!!"
In the helicopter hangar, Seahawk helicopters lifted off, their rotors whipping the air into a frenzy and generating intense wind pressure.
Moments later, squads of fully armed soldiers disembarked from the ship, formed ground teams, and quickly boarded armored vehicles, heading straight into the heart of Isla Nublar.
Mills followed close behind, his face alight with anticipation and excitement.
Their mission: locate the target dinosaur, Miraluz, and secure control over the remaining dinosaurs on the island.
"Strange. Why don't I see any dinosaurs? Were they all... eaten?"
The Seahawk helicopters swept over the ruins of Jurassic World—now a shadow of its former self, crumbling and overgrown.
Surprisingly, not a single dinosaur was in sight.
The helicopters continued northward, leaving the ruins behind and entering the dense, primeval forest.
"Shhhhh!"
Suddenly, strange noises echoed from above.
Without warning, a massive flock of pterosaurs burst from the clouds, having remained hidden until now.
Their wings beat violently as they descended upon the two Seahawk helicopters.
Leading the charge was a Quetzalcoatlus, its wingspan stretching over 50 meters, larger than the three Seahawk helicopters combined.
Behind it flew a swarm of Pteranodons and Dimorphodons, their sheer numbers turning the sky into a churning storm of wings and screeches.
"Oh my God! Can someone explain how these pterosaurs got so huge?!"
"Mutations! These pterosaurs mutated, too!"
The pilots were stunned, breathless, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Weren't the dinosaurs on Isla Nublar just ordinary animals?
Why did they now look like monsters on steroids?
Boom!!
The massive Quetzalcoatlus dove straight into one of the Seahawk helicopters.
Its long, chisel-like beak smashed through the cockpit windshield. With brutal force, its talons tore through the helicopter's armor as if it were paper.
Other pterosaurs quickly joined the assault, swarming the helicopters, tearing them apart midair.
"Requesting support! Requesting support! We're under attack by a swarm of mutant pterosaurs!"
"Seahawk 1 is down! Seahawk 1 is—Aaaah!"
"Climb! Climb! Open fire! No!"
The radio crackled with broken transmissions—panicked shouts from the pilots, the shrieks of attacking pterosaurs, bursts of cannon fire, and finally, the gut-wrenching sound of a helicopter crashing.
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Southern Dock Area – Burke-class Destroyer
Inside the command center, Brooks, Lin Shan, Colonel Foster, and others stood frozen as the horrific audio played through the communicator.
On the large tactical screen, the vital signs of the Seahawk pilots vanished one by one.
They stared at each other in stunned silence.
Mutated pterosaurs? That wasn't part of the briefing.
When did the flying reptiles of Isla Nublar start mutating, too?
"THWAP-THWAP-THWAP!!"
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Northern primeval forest...
The ground troops had just begun to advance when something stirred among the trees.
From the dense foliage, massive carnivorous dinosaurs emerged—dozens of them, in all shapes and sizes.
It quickly became clear: the humans had walked straight into an ambush.
"These dinosaurs…"
The soldiers inside the armored vehicles stared in horror.
Towering above them, the creatures were the size of four- or five-story buildings—like mobile fortresses made of muscle and bone.
Their eyes widened with terror.
Monsters.
The dinosaurs of Isla Nublar weren't just dinosaurs anymore—they were engineered nightmares.
Surrounding the convoy, the massive predators tightened the circle.
Their bloodshot eyes glinted with hunger and cruelty.
To them, the soldiers were nothing more than a fresh delivery of prey.
Then came the roar—deep, thunderous, and primal.
Gray, the massive leader of the pack, let out a bellow that shook the trees. It was the signal.
The Jurassic Alliance had begun its assault.
"ROAR—!"
With the speed of a cheetah, Gray launched himself forward.
Despite her 50-ton frame, she moved with terrifying agility.
She slammed into one of the armored vehicles with bone-crushing force.
The impact sent the vehicle flying, flipping through the air before crashing down in a mangled heap of steel.
No one inside survived.
Bang!!
Next came Rexy, the fearsome Tyrannosaurus Rex.
She charged forward and stomped down on another armored vehicle like it was a soda can.
At 15 meters tall, her foot alone was nearly the size of the vehicle's roof.
With a single step, the steel hull caved in. The soldiers inside didn't stand a chance.
Elsewhere, Giganotosaurus and Spinosaurus tore into vehicles with their jaws, lifting the metal husks like toys.
Their serrated teeth pierced through the armor and the soldiers within in one savage bite.
Allosaurus and Carnotaurus fired off volleys of spine-like projectiles from their mutated hides.
Each spine ripped through the metal plating of the vehicles, leaving gaping holes in their wake.
Meanwhile, the smaller predators—Velociraptors, Dilophosaurs, and Compsognathus—had lain in wait above.
They swooped down from the treetops with leathery gliding wings, landing on the vehicles like shadows.
Claws and fangs made quick work of the thin outer shell, precisely tearing into the interiors.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
All around, the scene repeated itself.
One armored vehicle after another was either launched into the air or flattened beyond recognition.
The soldiers' hasty artillery fire barely scratched the surface of the creatures' thick hides.
It wasn't a battle.
It was a massacre.
Plain and simple.
The entire ground force of human soldiers stood no chance.
Overwhelmed and outmatched, they were annihilated in mere minutes, completely wiped out before they could mount a proper resistance.
"Impossible… how is this possible…"
Mills, once full of dreams about getting rich from capturing dinosaurs, now stared in stunned disbelief.
Just before his death, his face twisted in despair.
These creatures were man-made.
Humans had brought them to life—they were supposed to be controllable, obedient.
But now, they were the ones doing the hunting.
What a cruel, ironic end.
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Inside the Burke-class destroyer
Brooks, Lin Shan, Colonel Foster, and the others stood frozen before the command screen.
They watched in horror as, one by one, the life signals of the deployed soldiers vanished from the display—each loss coldly logged like a light blinking out.
It was a slaughter. Quick. Efficient. Inhuman.
The entire operation had unraveled in minutes.
What was happening?
Before the Jurassic World incident, the dinosaurs on Isla Nublar were just dinosaurs.
Dangerous, yes, but still within the realm of science.
Now, they had become something else entirely. Something unnatural.
"How… how did they mutate this fast?"
Lin Shan's face had gone pale. His voice was barely a whisper.
"Could it be... Miraluz?"
They still hadn't located the creature. But something told them he was the key to everything—the architect of this chaos.
No other explanation made sense.
Who else but him could have triggered such a monstrous transformation across the entire island?
"Beep! Beep!"
A sharp, blaring alarm broke the ship's silence, snapping everyone to attention.
Rumble—
A low, thunderous series of sonic booms echoed from above.
The crew rushed to the deck, eyes scanning the skies.
And then they saw it.
A colossal silhouette emerged from the clouds—a giant, four-legged flying beast.
Its immense wingspan blotted out the sun as it descended, casting a suffocating shadow across the ship and sea like a dark storm rolling in.
It wasn't just large—it was commanding. Ferocious. Dominant.
The sheer presence of the creature instilled a crushing sense of dread.
It wasn't just another dinosaur.
It was a force of nature.